Sad composition

In our daily study, work or life, we are all familiar with compositions. Compositions must focus on the theme and make in-depth explanations around the same topic. Avoid rambling. , the theme is scattered or even has no theme. What kind of compositions have you seen? The following is a sad composition that I carefully compiled, I hope it can help everyone. Sad composition 1

Life is like a changing sky: sometimes the dark clouds suddenly disperse, and suddenly the sky is clear, giving you a surprise; sometimes it is clear that there are white clouds, and suddenly there is a thunderbolt in the clear sky, giving you a surprise. A blow. Life is always ever-changing and unpredictable.

One morning, a phone call broke the tranquility of the morning. The whole family woke up from their sleep, and the father hurriedly answered the phone. In my sleepy eyes, I saw the expression on his face getting heavier and heavier. Through his conversation, I learned that grandma was seriously ill. My father immediately gave up his job, packed his things and returned to his hometown. My heart is very heavy. Because my grandma is old, the doctors in the hospital dare not easily operate on her, and this disease will cost a lot of money. A few days later, my brother and I also returned to our hometown. When we returned to our hometown, we immediately went to the hospital to visit our grandma. Grandma successfully underwent the operation and was lying quietly on the hospital bed, while my father was watching over her. When my father saw my brother and I coming, he immediately pulled us to the hospital. Grandma's side. After grandma saw us, she kept chanting our names. Then he stretched out a finger to point to a carton of milk on the table, indicating for us to drink. The weak look made me cry. How could my grandma, who could walk freely just a few months ago, become like this? After settling her, my father and I went back to the place where I went to school. I always believed that grandma would get better. Three days later, my father received another call from home: Grandma was critically ill! We rushed back to our hometown overnight, but unfortunately we were too late and did not see her for the last time. Life gave our family a huge blow - my grandma passed away! It was the first time I knew death. Everyone in the family had sad faces, and the room was eerily quiet. In the end, it was my aunt who spoke first and asked us if we were hungry. Then he turned and went to the kitchen. I was alone on the roof recalling all the kindness my grandma had done to me, and felt sad in my heart. I always thought that grandma would get better, but what happened this time was something I didn't expect. I never thought that grandma would leave me so soon.

We took care of my grandma’s funeral, but what I was left with was infinite sadness. Life is like a changing sky, sunny and rainy, ever-changing. This is the sadness I didn't expect - I didn't expect my grandma to leave me suddenly. Sad composition 2

I will always remember the sad tears I shed that time. They not only slowly slid down my cheeks, but also slid into my young heart.

That was when I went to my aunt’s house to play. To be precise, I went to play with my aunt’s dog. That dog is very humane and not afraid of animals. As soon as a person shakes his hand at it, it will run up with its tail wagging, its tongue hanging out. I came to my aunt's house, and she opened the door, smiled a little stiffly, and invited me in. I didn't notice that my aunt was a little strange. As soon as I entered the house, I immediately ran to the balcony. Auntie turned the balcony into a doghouse. I went in and took a look, but there was no sign of the dog.

My uncle is not at home. I guess he went out to walk his dog and will be back soon. So, I sat on the sofa and waited. The aunt seemed to see what I was thinking and asked, "Are you here to play with the puppy?" I nodded. Then I saw my aunt pacing left and right in front of me, a little embarrassed. I looked at my aunt with some confusion. The aunt sighed and finally said: "The dog is dead." I was stunned and my heart was hit hard.

Tears are about to burst out of my eyes. My aunt quickly comforted me: "It's okay, it's okay..." Finally she stopped. Tears stayed and slowly flowed down my cheeks. I can no longer play with dogs. I will no longer be greeted by those cheerful barks as soon as I enter my aunt’s house. I will no longer have dogs hunching over my feet as soon as I enter my aunt’s house. The dog just disappeared, really disappeared.

The image of the dog comes to mind. I cried louder and my tears kept flowing.

For the next few days, I was listless. The first moment I get up in the morning, I will think of the dog and feel very sad.

Those sad tears are my longing for my dog. I think we can't be so sad anymore.

Dogs don’t want us to be sad either. Life is so fragile, and it may be lost in that second. All I can do is always miss dogs and love dogs. The relationship between people and dogs can be so deep, but what about people? Sad composition 3

I sat on the windowsill, looking at the blue sky, recalling a sad thing.

I used to have two dogs on the roof garden: Maomao and Wangwang. They were both lively, smart and cute. The fur is brown all over, and he is very timid. His ears are always drooping, and his black eyes scan everything around him, for fear that a monster will suddenly appear out of nowhere. Wangwang, on the other hand, is all white, and his fur is glossier than mink fur. I don’t know why Wangwang is so courageous, like a leopard that has eaten the heart of a bear, and dares to do anything. But because Wangwang came to my house first and spent more time with me, I have a deeper relationship with him.

But that afternoon, I came home happily. I ran to the roof without even putting my schoolbag away, and when I came to the dog cage, I was surprised to find that Wangwang and Maomao were not there. I rushed into the house and shouted anxiously: "Mom, have you seen Wangwang and Maomao?" Mom shook her head: "I didn't see them when I went upstairs today. Your dad said that there was a decorator from the house next door going up today. Crossing the roof, maybe he stole Wangwang and Maomao." After hearing what my mother said, my heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and I shouted angrily: "He stole the dog blatantly in broad daylight! I want to find him!" "Your dad has already found me, but he doesn't admit it." Mom said helplessly.

As soon as my mother finished speaking, I turned around and ran towards the stairs. I rushed downstairs with three steps and two steps at a time. I was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, running around in the community, running as I did. Shout "Wangwang, Maomao", hoping that they will suddenly pop out from a certain corner. It was getting dark, and I walked home dejectedly, my feet feeling like lead.

Today, sitting on the windowsill, I thought of the wonderful past between Wangwang, Maomao and me: we went to Huawu Renjing Jinshagou to play in the water together, and we went for a walk on the greenway together. I often paddle my skateboard, and they jump back and forth, and get into the grass from time to time. As long as I blow their familiar whistle, they will definitely come back to my feet... I feel bitter in my heart when I lose them.

I miss Wangwang and Maomao and look forward to their return. I think they miss me just as much. Looking at the grass and bamboo forests where they often play, my eyes are blurred... Sad Composition 4

On Saturday evening, the sky was overcast, with drizzle falling from time to time. A few barn swallows were playing carefree on the road. Suddenly, a large truck whizzed past. My heart tightened and I couldn't help but close my eyes. I knew something unfortunate had happened...

A clumsy barn swallow was mercilessly snatched away by a large dark blue truck. Chirp! After a while, Hei Sang's brother Hei Xuan shouted loudly to Hei Sang: "Hurry up! Get up, what are you doing lying here? There are people all around, what if someone accidentally steps on you? It's very dangerous here, get up quickly. But Heisang didn't move, and he shouted loudly again. Crying: "Black-mulberry, black-mulberry. "Heisang was still lying motionless on the cold road. Now Heixuan panicked and used his wings to caress his cold body. Only then did he notice a pool of bright red blood under Heisang's head. , it turned out that Heisang had passed away, Heixuan couldn't help crying sadly: "Heisang, you can't die, how can I explain to my parents when I go back? Wake up quickly, wake up! Okay? ?"

But no matter what Heixuan said, Heisang didn't have any answer. Heixuan kept flapping Heisang's body with its powerful wings, and said: "Heisang, you must If you are not dead, you must not be dead, right? You must be playing the game of pretending to be dead with me, right? Or am I dreaming, you must wake up! But you can’t always lie on the ground while you are playing the game of pretending to be dead with me. Yeah, you'll catch a cold like this..."

But after Hei Xuan said so much, Hei Sang still didn't wake up. Now Hei Xuan was heartbroken.

"Hei Xuan Sang, if you don't wake up, I'm going to be angry! This game is not interesting at all. Please wake up quickly, please. "Hei Xuan went to touch his body and found that his body had begun to stiffen, and then he knew that Hei Sang was really dead. Hei Xuan wanted to hump Hei Sang home, but before he could fly far, Hei Sang fell down. So Hei Xuan turned around and humped Hei Sang up again. In this way, Hei Xuan came up and fell down again and again.

In the end, Hei Xuan was so exhausted that even flying was difficult. He had to find a big tree, bury Hei Mulberry under the tree, and remember the location of the big tree.

Hei Xuan looked back at the big tree with tears in his eyes, and then flew into the sky. After a while, night came, and a few raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky. No, they were not rain, but Heixuan's sad tears. Sad composition 5

To be honest, I didn’t want to write anything tonight, and I haven’t written for a long time, but the rain tonight suddenly wet my mood, and I felt that I It's so lonely and sad, maybe all this is caused by this annoying night rain!

I am a sensitive and nostalgic person. I am also a sentimental person. I like autumn. I like everything about autumn, autumn leaves, autumn rain...all of it. It's so sad in my eyes. There are yellow leaves everywhere again, and it is the season of withering. Walking on the streets in autumn, I feel a bit melancholy and melancholy. Looking up at the sky, the setting sun is like blood, and looking down at the ground, it is full of withered and yellow leaves. Autumn is really a sad season. Many times I am intoxicated in old memories and don’t want to wake up, so I always feel a little sad for no reason. My emotions are also particularly susceptible to external influences and infections. It may be that I have some pessimistic factors in my temperament, so I like that kind of sadness. The sad atmosphere can always bring back some sad memories at this time, and give birth to more sadness.

The world is a big dream, and there are several cool autumns in life! To be honest, I didn’t want to write anything tonight, and I haven’t written for a long time. But tonight’s rain suddenly wetted my mood. I felt so lonely and sad at this time. All of this was This annoying night rain must be the cause of this trouble!

I am a sensitive and nostalgic person. I am also a sentimental person. I like autumn. I like everything about autumn like a devil. Autumn leaves, autumn rain...all these are in me. It's so sad to see Google optimization in your eyes. There are yellow leaves everywhere again, and it is the season of withering. Walking on the streets in autumn, I feel a bit melancholy and melancholy. Looking up at the sky, the setting sun is like blood, and looking down at the ground, it is full of withered and yellow leaves. Autumn is really a sad season. Many times I am intoxicated in old memories and don’t want to wake up, so I always feel a little sad for no reason. My emotions are also particularly susceptible to external influences and infections. It may be that I have some pessimistic factors in my temperament, so I like that kind of sadness. The sad atmosphere can always bring back some sad memories at this time, and give birth to more sadness.

There are close friends in the sea, and the world is like a big dream, and how many autumns are there in life! Sad composition 6

If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind paint the screen with sadness. ——Inscription

If I didn’t meet you, how could I know each other? If I didn’t know you, how could I miss you at this moment.

1. Heaven will never stop people’s wishes, so I asked Nong to meet Lang.

We met on that scorching September day, with a white shirt and short but energetic hair lying casually on top of your head. The soft sunshine is shining down, and I am lucky to meet you, and to meet you who is as warm and energetic as the sun.

2. Making friends depends on knowing each other, why should we be close by flesh and blood?

Your hair is growing longer, just like the deep friendship between us, it is getting longer and longer with time. A strand of green silk is like a vine, twisting and winding, just connecting our hearts together. A deep bond.

The long shadow under the setting sun regards you as the inscription that I wiped away the crystal liquid from the corner of my eyes; the beautiful figures hugging each other tightly under the afterglow is the warm scenery that I encourage you; that since The spots of sunlight crossing our cheeks record our smiling faces and the little secrets in our ears; the afternoon sunlight mixed with the fragrance of flowers that penetrates into our hair is the carrier of joy and the passage of time...

You are mine, my dearest relative.

3. The wandering clouds are like a wandering child, and the setting sun is about an old friend.

Now, without you by my side, it’s like a child losing his beloved toy.

Once upon a time, we sweated profusely on the playground and ran with our dreams; once upon a time, we wrote furiously in the examination room to write down our glory; once upon a time, we made everyone quarrel over a trivial matter As we all know; once, for a very common joke, we laughed unbridled...

Now, you are not with me, no one can share the happiness and unhappiness.

Now, you are not by my side, and no one scolds me to help me get out of my confusion.

Now, you are not with me...

The setting sun is as bright as your smiling face.

4. If life is just like the first time we met.

If I had only met you for the first time, how could I be so miserable? Sad composition 7

Today, it rained heavily. The rain made me feel very desolate and sad. . . Why does the rain make me keep looking back at you and everything about you? My love for you will never be forgotten. My heart aches. It is so difficult to love someone. It is very simple to like someone, but it is very painful to forget someone. , today’s rain makes me recall the days when you and I were on campus. Everything you promised me is false. Did you know? It turns out that loving someone well is not easy. When I thought of you chasing me, I wondered if you were playing tricks on me. Only today did I see that you had given me everything before, but I was blind. . . Loved, hated, hurt, hurt, even...

When I accepted you, I was very happy, but later on, I don’t know why we kept quarreling. It was a small quarrel for three days, a big fight for five days, and a disagreement for six days. . Days like this are very painful. When others evaluate me, you make sure that others affirm my character. But you disappoint me so much. You have no grace or gentleman at all. When I ask you to help me get something, you just turn your eyes. Go away and ignore me, you know? When it rained, I was soaking in the rain, but you were playing with other girls. When I heard your friend said something was wrong with you, I tried my best to take a ride to see you, but he lied to me, your friend lied to me, and what about you? The words you said were so hurtful. You say I'm scheming, why do you evaluate me like this, why do you compare me with other girls, I'm a human being too, but you don't need to curse me, I have my own self-esteem. . Did you know? You said you were so tired, don't be with me, you said I made you very tired, have you ever thought about my feelings, it was you who made me tired, you made me become another person. Don't you think you are so selfish? You care about your own feelings and not others. You say you don't need friends, but what about me? It turns out that I have no place in your heart. . . And I like rain, which represents my past and my future... Rain is my dream. Sad composition 8

Why?

I sat alone on the bed and thought quietly. Why is the friendship between us so fragile? Friendship, what exactly is it? Unknowingly, tears flowed down my cheeks from my eyes and into my mouth, salty and astringent. I can't remember how many times this was the first time I cried, but this time it was different. This time I cried for friendship, and shed silent tears for friendship.

I don’t know since when, I no longer see the beautiful figure standing at the door of my house in the morning, no longer hear the cheerful laughter, and no longer see the beautiful smile.

Sometimes when we meet by chance at school, we will "tacitly agree" to ignore each other and walk past each other silently. But do you know how uncomfortable I feel inside.

By chance, your friends told me that you said in front of them that you and I were enemies.

Why? Why? Why did you say that to them? Is the friendship between us really so fragile and vulnerable?

To be honest, I really don’t know what I did wrong...

There was a strong wind outside and dark clouds filled the sky. The weather has been like this lately, just like my mood, gloomy. It seems that God has begun to take pity on me.

Recently, my grandma seemed to know that I was in a bad mood. That night, my grandma took me to chat about home affairs. As we chatted, she told me that she and Xue’s father had a dispute a few days ago. , had a quarrel. Later, my grandma asked me not to play with Xue, and Xue’s father stopped letting Xue play with me.

Why do adults’ quarrels involve our children’s friendships? This is unfair to us. After knowing the reason, I became even sadder.

It turns out that the problem between us is not ourselves. At that moment, I really wanted to reconcile with you, but I never had the courage to take this step.

The feeling of sadness arises spontaneously, so sad. Sad composition 9

"Grandpa, grandma, goodbye"! When this sentence came out, my heart was trembling and my voice became so weak. In the past, when I went back to my grandma's house, I would cry silently, but this time I had no expression on my face. Who knew that I didn’t shed tears on the surface, but I was crying in my heart.

On the day I was leaving my grandma’s house, I was in a daze after lunch. "Jiang Ling, go and pack your backpack, we'll be leaving soon," her mother said. I put on my backpack, and my grandma, two little cousins, and I sat in grandpa's tractor and waited for my parents to pack the clothes. After mom and dad got in the car, grandpa's tractor started driving. On the way to the station, all the people in our car were silent, only the sound of the tractor was heard. I accidentally glanced at the people in the car. When I looked towards my grandpa, he was holding the tractor handle with one hand and wiping tears with the other hand. His tall back was trembling a little. My cousin was still young and didn’t know we were leaving, so he kept making funny moves.

The station is not far ahead, but for some reason, the car is driving slower and slower, as if it is deliberately trying to save us. The wheat seedlings on both sides of the road, blown by the north wind, seemed to be saying goodbye to us.

When the station arrived, I didn’t speak for fear of tears falling down. At this moment, grandpa took out a crumpled red envelope from his pocket and said, "Granddaughter, this is the new year's money that grandpa gave you in advance." After I took it, I turned around and gave it to the little cousin behind me, and said, "This is the New Year's money given to you by my sister." The little cousin happily took the red envelope and put it in his pocket.

Our long-distance bus came. My parents and I walked towards the long-distance bus. When we were about to get on the bus, I turned around and said, "Grandpa, grandma, goodbye"! Sitting on the long-distance bus, I looked back and saw The eldest cousin followed the car and ran far away. Seeing this scene, I could no longer hold back the tears in my heart, and the tears flowed down my cheeks... Sad Composition 10

When we were children, we didn’t understand what sadness was? I always thought this was a fairy tale made up by adults to tell us. In our youth, what did we ignore about sadness? Because we are enjoying youth and tasting happiness. By the time we know what sadness is, we have accidentally fallen into it and can never escape from it.

Sadness is an experience, and it is also a rare experience. Only when we understand sadness can we appreciate the hardships of life and cherish happiness as a kind of fate. Life is like a big dye vat. If we mix the paint evenly, what will be dyed will be stunning colors and wealth; on the contrary, what will be dyed will be mixed colors and pain.

Everyone envies a happy life, a satisfying love and marriage, and refuses to be friends with sadness. But sometimes sadness is like a scoundrel that likes to entangle with us, preventing us from living happily and peacefully.

It is not easy to write about sadness. Because who wants to make themselves miserable all over again? Today, when time is money and speed is efficiency, we cannot hide in a small building and miss the sadness of the past alone. We must face difficulties and challenges, show our courage, welcome happy times with a smile, and start our journey. Live harmoniously.

Staying away from sadness does not mean that we should avoid sadness, but that we should treat sadness correctly and use a scientific perspective to examine sadness, so that on the basis of sadness, we can inspire the determination to make progress and use our sweat , to wash away the sadness.

When our hair turns gray, we have forgotten the sadness. Because when we look back on the past, all we see are the unforgettable golden years; when we look through the yellow photos, we suddenly think of the glorious period and more passionate days. We are happy because we have gone through the journey of life; we are happy because we have rewritten a new chapter of life.

Let people who are still wandering in the cycle of sadness be able to step out of the sad cycle as soon as possible and walk into a sunny life to find their own pistachios and tell their own happy stories. Sad Composition 11

I don’t like to recall the past. It’s not that I hate my childhood and have no happy memories. It’s just that whenever I recall it, I always feel a little sad...

That was childhood. The last Children's Day of the era, I will never forget that day! I will never forget the party held in the class that afternoon.

On that bleak afternoon, each of us put in our efforts and sang many songs. Liu Xinyi and Xu Yue were inseparable good friends, but because Xu Yue was going to school in Suzhou, the two sisters had to separate. They sang a song "Those Years" on the same stage, and there was reluctance in their choked singing, which made them feel sad. People felt the slightest trace of farewell. At the end of the song, even Chen Jie, who was usually laughing and joking, cried. We all sang the last verse with them with sobs. This is our memory of those years and witnessed each other. friendship between. Then Yin Peng sang a song "I Believe". The beautiful melody revealed his longing for the future. We firmly believe that as long as we work hard, we will succeed. The song "My Good Brother" pushed the atmosphere to a climax. Four good friends including Li Zheng and I sang side by side and sang hard. Every word and every sentence sang out our hearts. The whole class unanimously sang This song is sung because the innocent and deep friendship between us is impossible to forget. We choked up and shouted "We will always be good brothers" in unison. This came from our hearts! The last song "Friends" is unforgettable for me. We all stood up during the song and sang this song affectionately. The song was full of deep friendship...

The program was very ordinary, without any modifications and It's artificial, but it's deeply engraved in the growth rings of memory. Even the most ruthless person will be moved by it at this moment. At this time, I don’t know why, but I couldn’t say a word. All of this seems to have just begun, as if it was just yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, we have to say goodbye to each other. Thinking of this, sadness suddenly arose spontaneously. I hate why I didn’t cherish the good times we had together, and I regret why I had to quarrel with my friends, but time doesn’t leave anyone alone, it always moves ruthlessly, and I feel regret for the wasted six years, sad and regretful. Tears burst out of my eyes...

The years are like the water of a small river, carrying the songs of childhood.

Leave a touch of sadness in your heart. Sad composition 12

It’s the farewell season of the year again. After four years of college, it’s time to pack up and say goodbye to this school and these classmates. Our graduation album that year was relatively beautiful. We raised funds and made a 16-karat satin hardcover print with everyone's photos and graduation messages printed on it. Of course, there was also some open space for other people's handwritten notes.

It is obviously difficult to express four years of life in one sentence in a graduation message, but before this time, everyone would still go around looking for someone to write in their graduation album. Anyway, the year was full of pride, and the preface quoted Li Bai's poem: "Looking up to the sky and laughing and going out, how can we be the people of Penghao." It feels ridiculous to think about it. I remember that my message back then was: "Beauty comes at a price." This is a line from the movie "Tess of the D'Urbervilles". I haven't seen the movie, but this line left a deep impression on me, so I wrote it as a message. It means that if you want to have all the good things or if you want to reach a certain ideal state, you have to pay a price. No good thing is free or unearned.

Many years have passed, and the beautiful guest book has been shelved and rarely touched again. Because with the passage of time, many things have settled, and there is no need to muddy things up anymore. However, in my impression, everyone's messages basically expressed more or less ideal feelings, or revealed a deep nostalgia.

Looking at the graduation messages of today’s college students, they are more humorous and funny. They have some similarities but also different feelings. After all, times have changed, and the imprints left in people’s hearts are also very different:

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What is your alma mater? It’s the place where you scold it eight times a day but no one else is allowed to scold it. ——Indeed, if anyone dares to say that my alma mater is not good, I will be in trouble with him.

University is like a bus at the school gate. You get on the bus and go and come back again. That is the beginning of another semester; you get on the bus and don’t come back. You have graduated.

——It has a bit of a small Shenyang flavor. Sad composition 13

The morning sun reflects red on the wings of flying birds. How gentle its eyes are! How much like my mother. Thinking of my mother, the bustling world under the sun began to rain continuously.

Unknowingly, I came to the flower shop, and my eyes suddenly lit up. The mother in my memory seemed to be related to these bright flowers. The shopkeeper said with a smile: "Sir, today is Mother's Day, buy a bouquet of flowers." My heart trembled, ah, today is Mother's Day, but I never thought of it. Only then did I remember that my mother really liked flowers, all kinds of flowers. I emptied my pockets and bought a bunch of the same flowers. I held the flower tightly in my arms and lowered my head to see its smiling expression.

I smell the warm breath of spring, like the breath of childhood. The charming and fragrant childhood is like this flower, but without the mother, the flowers of childhood will wither and haggard. Mother is the crystal dewdrops on the flowers; the invisible roots deep in the night.

People were coming and going on the street. There were mothers holding babies and smiling; there were mothers using crutches to send their sons off to the world. But I was holding the flowers, not knowing where to go. All the mothers in the world are so touching in my heart at this moment! I burst into tears because I really didn’t know where to look for my mother.

My mother loves flowers, but I have never bought my mother a bouquet of flowers. Today is Mother's Day, and my mother is already lying in the cold soil. The scene of me lying in front of the basin doing laundry for many years flashed in my mind. The birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, the sun was shining brightly, and there was an endless stream of pedestrians on the street. I held the flowers, eager to give them to my mother, but my mother could never smell the fragrance of the flowers in my hands.

I walked towards a mountain. On my mother’s grave, there were overgrown weeds. The cold wind blew through the grass, and the grass sounded like water. Ah, mother. When you were alive, I didn't buy you a bouquet of flowers or celebrate your birthday. Today, I put flowers on your grave in front of your grave. The flowers fluttered in the wind, and the fragrance filled the air, as if my mother had left me. In the alley far away from my childhood, I came floating in the air. The colorful flowers seem to have just been picked from the garden of childhood, from the garden of mother, with the clarity of moist dewdrops.

The night was completely dark, and everything was quiet. The rain dripped on the cold cement floor, cold and loud. The light of candles struggled in the stormy night. Its body slowly shortened, and the light like teardrops fell silently, condensing into bright red petals and blooming. Sad composition 14

In June, the wind is biting and the weather is bland. This month, we are all filled with tears. Because we are about to graduate.

Looking back at my alma mater, I remember how wonderful it was when I first came here. Now, I have studied here for six years. Ah, time flies. I am a classmate of six years and I am about to say goodbye. Open the door of memory and recall the cantabile past - the beautiful campus, the spacious playground, the joyful and arduous study, the fierce and orderly competition, the meticulous care of teachers, the mutual help among classmates and even the small dispute. I still remember that at the sports meeting, the students worked hard and sweat, and we cheered and worked together to finally get the first place. That was when everyone was so happy and lovely. In short, everything is vivid in my mind, and it is something I will never forget! The jokes between classmates, the laughter, and the quarrels between girls and boys are all so funny when I think about it now. Six years and more than two thousand pages are about to be turned over in a hurry. However, so many vivid details and so many wonderful fragments are clearly engraved in our memories. Over the past six years, we have had our focused eyes in the classroom, our strong figures on the playground, and our cheerful laughter echoing in the campus... We have written our own remarkable growth history with hard work, sweat, and tenacious perseverance. .

June’s singing is so loud, June’s singing and dancing are so beautiful, June’s campus is filled with deep thoughts.

When I think about leaving my beloved campus and saying goodbye to the classmates and teachers I have been with day and night, I feel a deep sense of nostalgia in my heart! Primary school life is really such an interesting book!

My alma mater will always be my alma mater. Dear teachers and lovely classmates, don’t forget us! Today when classmates say goodbye, they say "Cherish". Tomorrow, when classmates get together, they say "congratulations"!

Looking back on the past, it was so beautiful, but my face was filled with tears; I finally woke up from the dream!